o fortuna - jamie/will

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Will had been sat inside all day and as much as he loved sitting in his bed all day, he wanted to go out and find some pretty girls to flirt and dance with. He had always done that and nothing was going to change that, though maybe the fact he was starting to think about guys too might broaden his horizons a little. He swung his feet over the edge of the bed and chucked on his party clothes, gelling his hair into his trademark spikes and spraying himself in some sort of Spanish aftershave, something the girls he had slept with seemed to link to him now. He picked up his phone and his wallet, slipping them into his jean pockets and heading out into the city.

As soon as he hit the nightclub, the smile hit his face and he stepped inside, the beats banging and his heart racing with excitement. He flashed his smile at a few girls on his way to the bar then ordered himself something strong, leaning against the bar as her surveyed the area. He was a little confused tonight. He had found himself in two very similar situations that resulted in him having make out sessions with two guys recently and it made him feel a little, well, lost. The making out had been good and he found himself wanting to go a little further. So, tonight, he found himself looking for a guy. He took the drink and downed it, keeping an eye out for something to fall into his lap. Literal or not.

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[hannah]

a tango just for two

She smiled at him, fluttering the sticky black lace of her eyelashes, and Jamie slipped the ring that he was wearing on the middle finger of his left hand onto the finger that it belonged on and flashed his hand at her. "I'm married," he said in the kind of voice that implied this whole marriage thing was a plight that required fixing. He was implying that, if the circumstances were different, this girl stood a chance, which wasn't the case at all. She looked crestfallen, but she moved away from him drunkenly while Jamie took another long drink of his gin and tonic. He really needed to start going to gay clubs and bars because this was getting ridiculous. The number of girls who had come up to him on this night alone exceeded the limit of what could be counted on both hands and if you threw in the number of guys who'd turned out to be as straight as a line and who hadn't seemed to mind dancing with him, well, Jamie didn't even want to count the number of failures he'd experience that night. If it were up to him, he'd have all gay and bi guys wear signs on their foreheads which would make Jamie's life a million times easier. Unfortunately, that was a bit too reminiscent of Nazi Germany, so perhaps that idea wouldn't work out so well, but that was beside the point. Jamie raised the ring to his mouth and chewed on it unconsciously, watching the crowd from where he leaned against the bar wordlessly. Speaking of missing the point, he'd just gotten off the phone with Lucas shortly before leaving to come to the bar--in fact, the phone call had been the reason he'd come to the bar in the first place; out of anger--and no one ever quite missed a point like Lucas did. Another wave of annoyance flashed over Jamie and he decided that enough was enough, this night was an absolutely failure and a huge waste of his time.

Jamie moved to turn around and order one more drink so that the walk back to his tour bus would be a bit more tolerable, but found that he was too drunk to maneuver this gracefully and inevitably crashed into a guy whom Jamie instantly recognized as "That Spanish Twat," more formally known as Will Zambudio. Jamie and Will had never met, and Jamie had been hoping to keep it that way. He'd heard nothing but bad things about Will from both Cale and Caity and he wasn't exactly rushing to be friends with him. Jamie stared coldly at Will for a second, the Jamie equivalent of a proper apology, and immediately ordered another gin and tonic. Just because Will was standing near him was not going to stop Jamie from getting his one last drink--that would probably turn into more than that, anyway--and enjoying it. And besides, he could at least make things interesting. At the very minimum, he was a nice face to punch should Jamie feel the overwhelming urge to become a violent drunk, which wasn't too far a stretch anyway.

[vertablanc]

Will had been stood at the bar for a very long time now and he hadn't found one person that caught his eye. Specifically, he hadn't found any boy that caught his eye and that had been his aim today. He sighed a little, ordering himself another drink and sipping at it. The music was not even good and he was highly annoyed at how boring his night was turning out to be. He contemplated calling Kamaili or Lexi, asking them to come over to his bus and entertain him or anything. Still, anything was better than being bored to death in a rubbish club.

Just as he was about to put the glass back and give up, someone barged into him, albeit kinda drunkenly. He glanced at the figure, not knowing who it was but recognising him from the tour. He pretty much glared at him before turned away. Will frowned a little, before figuring that he had heard something from the deadly duo that were putting bad things to his name. He moved over to Jamie. "I am sorry but I think I may have bumped you on your way to the bar. I am sorry for this. May I buy you this drink to make up for it?" Will asked over the din of the music, looking at him hopefully. He hated being made out to be a bad guy. He had said what he could see and now it was making people dislike him who hadn't even met him.

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[hannah]

a tango just for two

Jamie glared at Will for a moment, before giving in and nodding. After all, it was a free drink. It was clear that Will was attempting to be nice because this couldn't be a real apology. Jamie had, after all, been the one to tumble into Will. Maybe Will wasn't so bad. Maybe he was even flirting a little bit? Jamie couldn't quite tell between the broken English and the pounding of the bass that seemed to have infiltrated into his brain and given him a tiny headache. "I'm Jamie," Jamie said, loudly enough that Will could hear him. Jamie glanced down at the glass in his hand and suddenly realized that he hadn't put his wedding ring back on the other finger. God, he might have finally found a guy to go home with and his stupid, drunken, absent-minded brain might have just ruined that for him. Most people were a bit put off by the wedding ring, especially other guys. They always assumed that if someone were to be married, it was to a woman. Jamie sighed and stuffed his hand in his pocket, hopefully before Will could see the ring.

Jamie stared at Will out of the corner of his eye musingly, trying to figure out exactly what this guy was up to. Maybe he just honestly did think that he'd been the one to bump into Jamie, though Jamie was well aware this wasn't the case at all. Jamie took another drink of his gin and tonic and put the glass back down on the bar. Whatever Will was getting at, Jamie would just roll with it, see what would happen. Maybe Jamie was jumping to conclusions. Maybe he was just very drunk. Well, he was very drunk, but maybe he was so drunk he was confused.

[vertablanc]

Will paid for the drink for Jamie, still wondering what he had done to this man or whether the man had spoken to the duo and this was the reason he hated him. He had even apologized for something he hadn't done in the hope that he would be able to win Jamie over to his side rather than hating him for no apparent reason. "Jamie? It is nice to meet you. I am Will. Though, from the glare, you know me so? I don't know what I did to you, but I am sorry for it. I do not want enemies in my life so I make it up to you somehow, si?" Will asked, raising an eyebrow at the man.

His eyes caught the flash of a ring and he paused a little, knowing that ring meant he was married. But if he was married, where was his other half and why was he so very drunk. "You are married. Your partner, he or she is not here with you?" Will asked, looking at him. "If not, then I am in with a chance, no? You do not seem happy about this ring. That is why you hide it from me. I do not mind the ring. If your partner does not want to spend time with a lovely guy like you, it is his loss no?"

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[hannah]

a tango just for two

There was something about Will that irked Jamie, though that might have just been that Jamie had heard about him long before the two had ever met. "I've heard of you," Jamie said vaguely, still not looking at Will directly. He couldn't decide what he wanted. Did he want to like Will, or no? Did he just want to use Will for a bit of sex and then discard him? That was more likely, that made more sense. Jamie sighed and took another long drink of alcohol, then put the empty glass down on the bar clumsily, drunkenly. This night was not going at all how he'd wanted it to. Here he was at a bar, alone, with a man who Jamie had been lead to believe wasn't a very good person to be around and who kept proving his English to be worse and worse than Jamie had thought. This was priceless. Effing priceless. And on top of that, Will was psychoanalyzing him or something. Or maybe he was just thinking aloud. Whatever. Calm down, Jamie told himself, this is the alcohol making you annoyed. So Jamie looked up at Will and smiled in a charming, almost enchanting way. "You can make it up to me," he said, a little more confidently than the way he normally spoke. He even added in a wink, a butterfly movement that was quick and light, probably imperceptible in the darkness of the bar. But if he was going to drunkenly flirt with Will, he was going to do it right.

At the mention of his ring, Jamie felt another twinge of annoyance, though he ignored it. Damn it, so will had noticed. Jamie took his hand out of his pocket. No use in hiding it anymore. "Oh, Lucas?" Jamie laughed, as if his husband were inconsequential. "No, he's not here. We're, ah, we're separated for now. He's back in California." In our apartment, with our cat, and paying our bills, Jamie thought, wondering when these stupid games between Lucas and himself would end. Every time, Jamie would find himself willing to end the games, to just be with Lucas for real, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, something. Yet, every time, they didn't stay together for long. "You are in luck," Jamie said, his voice lilting with a coy flirtatiousness. "The question is, of course, whether I'm in luck, as well?"

[vertablanc]

Will was already deciding he wasn't sure he liked Jamie. Jamie seemed very agitated very quickly and Will didn't like that at all. He wasn't sure what he had done to Jamie to make him like this, but if he was going to act like this the entire time, then Will wanted to leave him drunk at the bar and go find Kamaili. "You have? Well, no doubt you have heard nothing but bad things from the way you do not look at me only to glare," Will told him, frowning himself and finishing off his drink. He wasn't even sure what it was that he was drinking. "You do not know me, so do not jump to conclusions so. I can see it in your face that you do not like me so much, and I have not even met you before. May we not start over? Without you thinking bad of me before I even met you?" Will glanced at Jamie, raising an eyebrow. Jamie then proceeded to flirt with him and he wasn't even sure what was going on in Jamie's drunken head.

"Lucas. I see. Well, that is sad for you that you are separated. But it is his loss that you are not with him, no?" Will said, beginning to think that he was just going to leave Jamie drunk at the bar. He was beginning to be too odd for him at the moment with his quick changing mood swings. "That depends. It depends on whether you will except my offer of starting over. I would much rather you did not think of me before you have met me. Let me make your mind up by myself, not by what you have heard."

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[hannah]

a tango just for two

More of the psychoanalysis. Jesus Christ, Will had a future as a clinical psychologist should the music career ever bore him. And it wasn't even the psychoanalysis that was so terrible, really. It's that he can see right through me, Jamie realized, putting a hand in the pocket of his leather jacket. This was why he didn't act fake, because fake never worked for Jamie. Sighing, Jamie withdrew his hand with a packet of sugar that he'd picked up from a restaurant earlier that day. Tearing it open, he dumped the contents onto the bar. "Fine," he said, disgruntled. Jamie pressed a finger into the pile of sugar and lifted it to his mouth, absently licking the white grains off. "You know Cale and Caity. That's not a question; I know that you do." Jamie hesitated, looking right at Will. "My bandmates?" He left it at that, hoping that was explanation enough for Will to accept. And if it weren't, well, Jamie wasn't going to give a proper explanation. A proper explanation would take too many words and Jamie wasn't a man of many words, anyway.

Not Lucas's loss, Jamie thought. Lucas probably couldn't care less. Time to change the subject... Jamie pressed his finger into the sugar once more and, again, licked it. "Listen, I don't care what I've heard about you. It doesn't matter to me. Or it shouldn't, anyway." Jamie smiled again, right in Will's direction. "I couldn't care less, yeah?" He nodded as if to emphasize that he really didn't care because why not? Why should Cale and Caity's opinions about people affect Jamie? Maybe they were right, but it was just as likely that they were wrong. Sure, Jamie loved his bandmates and, sure, they were the closest people to him in the world, but that didn't make their judgement foolproof. That didn't mean that they were always right. And, on top of that, even if he were an awful person to Cale and Caity, that didn't mean he'd be an awful person to Jamie. People were different, depending on the circumstances, and, in fairness, Jamie didn't even know what the circumstances for Cale and Caity's dislike of Will even were. Just they they didn't see eye to eye. Jamie smiled again and licked more sugar off his finger. Besides, Will didn't seen that bad at all.

[vertablanc]

Will watched him poor the sugar out on the counter with a small frown, wondering exactly what Jamie was doing. It was certainly not something he had ever seen before and he was surprised that Jamie was pouring sugar[/] on the counter in a nightclub. Still, each to their own and he had no problem with it if that's what he liked. Will nodded slowly as he told him about his bandmates. Of course. He should have guessed that he had heard about him from there. "Oh. I can see. I am sorry. We do not see eye to eye. But, that is not between us, no?" Will shrugged, finishing off his drink and placing the empty glass on the side.

"I am glad then," Will told him, giving him a smile. "I think you are a nice person. I wouldn't want you to think I am not either." Will looked at the sugar again, still confused as to why he was eating it but not approaching the topic. Will ordered himself another drink and handed one to Jamie. "We started off badly. Let's begin again and maybe it will be, as you say, your lucky night as well as mine, no?" Will sipped from his own drink, looking at Jamie with a raised eyebrow.


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